Summary: Peter is a creeper, Stiles & Scott have a semi interesting chat on the phone, Danny & Stiles talk, and Allison and Lydia complete the engagement bond. Also some funny moments, especially with Stiles Grandmother. Man I love that woman.
Notes: SHOUT OUT! to 'setfiretomysoul'! Who complains of the lack of scott. (trust me more is too come, he's big in this story line too.)
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND Shout out to Consumedly (spelled right?) Cause, yes, makes my day whenever they comment. Makes me feel like I'm doing something right, haha. ALSO Votes in the comments! Scott and Isaac? Or Jackson and Isaac?! I do love Jackson and Isaac, and I do love me some nice scisaac, but it could go either way. Let me know!
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I've got my eye on you
"Hello Stiles." the boy jumped, knocking a few hangers off the rack in the closet as he turned around.
"Oh my god!" The teen exclaimed, hand over his heart, willing it to stay inside of his chest cavity. "What in seven hells are you doing in my room?!" He hissed at non other than Creeper Hale, Peter, the Uncle of Derek's and his family.
The man was a pervy man who hit on nearly everyone at the party. Men, and women...Last solstice he grabbed Stiles junk while he danced on the floor with Cora. She didn't stop laughing the rest of the evening. Stiles scrubbed his genitals raw that night.
"Was looking for the bathroom, clearly I made a wrong turn." Peter's lips turned into a predatory smirk, all charm and cockiness, but Stiles knew better.
"Yeah, I'm sure."Not. Now completely uncomfortable, he grabbed the nearest shirt, and slithered his way to the door. Opening it up fully.
"I'd ask how long you've been hiding in here, but I think knowing, would be completely disturbing for all eternity, please get the fuck out before I scream rape." He glared. Cause he would do it. He was so not in the mood for this crap right now.
Peter seemed to not move, which pissed Stiles off even more.
Really?! His look said, nostrils flared and lips pursed in annoyance.
Finally, it seemed forever, but Peter let out a small chuckle, smile still there as he moved almost too slow for the boys liking, to the door which Stiles held open. Stopping only long enough to let his fingers dance over the fabric of the blue shirt in his hand. His voice silky, dangerous, and full of dirty intentions Stiles was SO not willing to stick around for.
"Hmm, I'd have chosen Red." And with a last hungry look he disappeared down the hall to the stairs, leaving a horrific shiver to travel up Stiles spine.
"I hate that guy." He hissed to himself, yanking on the blue shirt, and moved back into the bedroom, shutting the door as he moved to change into some cleaner pants.
As his fingers fumbled about with the button, his phone went off in his bag. Hopping over awkwardly trying to button the damn pants with no luck, he reached down to the bag and hoisted it up onto the bed, yanking the front zipper open for his phone.
Incoming call from Scott.
Slide lock to open, answer call?Yes.
"Hey man, whats up?"
"Dude, I miss you already, it's freaky and quiet here. Greenburg just streaked down the hall way naked not even three minutes ago with nothing but a beer pong cup on his junk. I'm going to have night mares for weeks." Scott's voice choked on a groan, making his voice pitch to a whine.
Stiles couldn't help but grimace at the image of Greenburg naked. "That is the second worst image I'll ever have run through my brain, ever."
Scott laughed into the phone. "Really? What is the first?"
"Witnessing one of my older cousins trying to sex a sheep."
"...dude..what?"
Stiles nodded though Scott couldn't see it. "Dude...I know. You have no Idea. He'd just broken up with his fiance of four years, he was desperate for some looooove." Stiles drew it out, chuckling as Scott made a non-impressed noise with gagging sounds on the opposite end of the line.
"I hate you." Scott groaned out.
"You don't." Stiles said smugly. "I'll be home Sunday night most likely, don't worry. Try not to party to much with out me."
"Hardy har har. You know how I handle alcohol..."
"You can't."
"Exactly. Horrible things happen!"
Stiles finally managed to get the button, flopping onto the bed with the phone right as a knock of a fist rapped against his door.
"Hey, I gotta go, I'll call you later man." He hung up his phone as the door slowly opened up, barely getting the cut off sound of Scott's voice as he said bye.
His heart stopped.
Why was everyone interested in his room or his presence all of a sudden?
"Aalok?" The sultry, sweet voice of Danny filled his ears as well as the body while it pressed around the door frame, slipping into the room. That damn smile gracing his lips, melting Stiles in ways he really wasn't used too.
No one really used his name, but something about hearing Danny say it. It felt like a hidden secret between them. He really had missed Danny. Obviously he was now staring, look away, look away! He cleared his throat, looking at his bare feet. "Stiles."
Danny gave a curt nod of understanding, seeming to know by now that everyone else called him Stiles. A name not having to due with Gran's name given to him at birth. The name meaning beacon, hope. A name, he did not end up living up too. "Stiles," Danny corrected himself. "how have you been?"
The seventeen year old gave a heave of his shoulders and a scoff to the breath at the question. Because really, what kind of question was that? He had to know now, had to have heard the news of the great disappointment Stiles was to the family. Some beacon of hope HE was.
So how has he been? Alright, miserable, irritated, fine, good, great, shitty...what answer could he really give? "Been fantastic Danny, how have you been?" the words came out a little harsher than he'd meant them too and he could tell by the falter of Danny's smile that the bitter tone was not missed.
Danny let out an exasperated breath, looking now at the floor, a hand tucked in his pants pocket. "I've been alright, it's hard having to hide my talents over the years, but...my mom and I are moving back. Starting over."
Stiles remembered some of the letters, the mentions of Danny's confusion, why he had to hide his gifts. But his dad wasn't alright with any of it after all. Whatever father he really was anyway. Stiles remained silent, and Danny took it as a cue to continue. "I mean he took me coming out, better than finding out I used magic in his house." He tilted his head slightly. "Sort of."
"Sort of, meaning just as well? Like still freaked out big time, or sort of as in didn't react much at all?"
"As in he was alright until he saw it. I brought a guy home and was caught kissing in my bedroom...he threw our old china vase at me and told me to get out." Danny seemed to be nonchalant on the subject, but Stiles could still tell the twitch in Danny's right cheek, under his eye, with he's lying or hiding something. "Talk about selective memory, or feeling for that matter. Guess mom was finally able to see that this whole living situation with him wasn't working. We can't hide who we are. It's as useful as hiding a third arm."
He didn't know why, but Stiles really wanted to hug Danny right now, or kill his dad, one of the two needed to happen and obviously he wasn't getting the latter done right now so he opted for hopping off the bed and closing the distance between them, an awkward one armed hug and pat to the back given before the two stood back and smiled. "Well, either way, it's good to have you back."
More than you will ever know.
"Ally, stop fidgeting." Claudia whispered as her daughter pulled at some loose stitching at the hem of her dress. "Allison, stop before you ruin your lovely dress!" the woman complained quietly, batting the younger woman's hand away from the skirt.
Allison looked to Claudia with a nervous smile. "Sorry, I'm just so nervous, and excited...and nervous." She repeated, eyes glazing over slightly as a glimpse of blue caught her eye. Lydia's blouse stood out from the rest of the crowds, as well as her strawberry blonde hair that flowed about her shoulders, as did Allison's chocolate locks.
Even though they had spent time with one another quite often, wrote to each other and more, Allison felt her nerves quake with the sudden realization that this woman would be her partner for life. It was thrilling, scary, and-"Where is Stiles...?" She breathed out, pulling once more at the fray of her hem.
Claudia huffed, both at the question and Allison's abuse to her lovely dress's hem strings. "I don't know but if he isn't standing right here in the next two minutes I am going to smack him with that fly zapper your father just bought." It was a little scary how extraordinarily calm she was as she said it, the grace of her smile adding to the seriousness yet light tone to her words.
She never harmed her children, but she made little jokes here and there, and she could definitely motivate them when she saw fit. It was one of the lovely quirks John loved about his wife, and one of the ones he knew to take seriously.
Lydia stops across the grass by her family, a brunette named Cora, younger, their age, and Derek, older, in his twenties, with Isaac and Boyd. Talia Hale, mother, and Peter Hale, Uncle no one likes cause he is creepy, stands off to the side, all of them offering Lydia their love while the strawberry blonde woman keeps eying Allison.
"I must find your father, the moon is high, we must begin the engagement ceremony." Claudia said, standing up from her seat and moving through the crowd of family, most of which were paying their respects to the head of the house, Patricia. As old as as she was, she still held the strength of this family, this coven as some would call it. Like Talia held respect in her own family.
"Come on Stiles, where are you." Allison scanned the crowd, she couldn't do this without him.
"I wrote you."
"Yeah...I know." Stiles said, feeling a little guilty as Danny and him made their way down the stairs.
The ceremony would start any moment now and he wasn't doing anyone any favors by being absent when his sister needed him. In these types of events, when two are engaged among them, it's almost like a pre-marriage wedding. Participating in the bonding rite was not something Stiles had imagined himself doing, but Allison asked, he thought she would ask Erica, but she wanted it to be him. Stiles and her shared such a close connection, it seemed to make sense for him to be by her side in this.
When Stiles didn't continue, or offer up an explanation past those three words, Danny's expression slipped, lips forming an obvious frown that Stiles caught in his peripheral and immediately felt bad about. "Why didn't you write back?" He asked, he'd debated not doing it but it slipped out anyway.
Stiles however seemed to want to avoid this question because the fact was, he didn't really know why he never wrote back. Danny made the effort, but he still moved away. Left him and Jackson behind feeling even more alone than ever. Stiles knew Danny tried, for the first two years. He still had every letter, still had many letters he'd written in return that he never sent, just collecting dust in a box somewhere up stairs.
After the first two years, Danny's letters went from constant- coming in weeks at a time- to sparse. Maybe one, or two a year. Brief letter, nothing big. Then they just stopped. The last time he'd really received anything from Danny or Aunt Bertie was when he got his birthday card this past year. That's pretty much the only contact. Cards for holidays and that was it.
Could he really be upset about that? He had been, a few times. But Then Stiles remembered that box upstairs crammed full of unsent letters of all these things he'd wanted to say, and the anger would just dissipate into guilt. He was the shitty friend. He let his bitterness towards the family, the coven, and everyone who was talented, wedge between himself and his friend. Hell even Allison and him began to distance themselves when they were younger, it was short lived though. Because Allison was amazing, and Stiles couldn't live without her.
"I don't know." And that was the truth, because Stiles really can't even explain it to himself why. Maybe it was too hard to write back, maybe he was scared. Whatever the reason, he couldn't begin to explain now or go into more details because Allison caught his eye once he stepped outside.
She sat straighter, nearly hovering out of her seat until Stiles pressed away from Danny towards her. When he was merely a foot away with his hand out for her to take she finally stood up. Everyone beginning to gather around as Claudia, john, and Talia stood at the alter together.
"Greetings, friends, family. Today, we are very, very proud to join our daughters, Allison, and Lydia together in their engagement bond. Bonding is sacred, cherished, respected among our clans over the centuries. Hundreds of years our family lines have expanded, and diminished. We've lost much, but we've also gained. Life is too short. Love is so few and far from many of our reach. To find someone to call your own, to love someone, to find a life partner, its enthralling." Claudia was beaming at the crowd, and it seemed, like all other events, the crowd mirrored her own actions.
John smiled the most, his eyes sparkling with his love and adoration for his wife. She, much like Allison, captured a rooms attention, only Allison possessed the talent, Claudia just did it naturally. Allison and Stiles looked at each other when Claudia asked Lydia and her to make their way to the Alter. Stiles smiled at his sister, bonded by life, by family, but not by blood, although he felt they were meant to be family. Always.
Lydia's arm was linked with Derek's as he led her up to the alter, the same as Stiles led Allison. The four of them meeting feet away while Talia and Claudia each handed the others daughter a blood candle. Stiles, and Derek, held out their hands, grasping the candle their sisters held. While they lit them. "Repeat after me." Claudia smiled. "I call to be your guided light. I will protect you with all my might. No matter how near or how far my protection surrounds you and stays with you. No danger, harm, negativity, or evil to come as I protect you now and for all of eternity. In my heart you will stay, I'll always keep you safe with me, close to me, in the darkness, in the light. For by this candle light. As I will it, so mote it be."
Both women repeated the words as did the two young men. Or rather one young man, other slightly older one. Although when Stiles and Derek spoke, they were making the promise to the other female. Derek for Allison, Stiles for Lydia. This was a strange way of having a best man or made of honor at your wedding ceremony, yet this was an engagement bond, not a wedding. The wedding wasn't for a few months.
Once the rest of the rite was finished, they blew the candles, and the girls embraced each other, running off to dance and meander around happily. Stiles made his way through the crowd of people, slinking his way back inside only to end up being diverted towards the chair in which his grandmother Patricia sat. Her brow was raised as he approached her general area, daring him to bypass her. Stiles of course new that would end up very badly. So he sheepishly slunk down by her chair after giving her cheek a kiss. "Hey Grams. How are you this lovely evening." Kiss ass.
"I am just dandy Aalok, enjoying watching the, festivities. A lovely display you did tonight." She smiled lightly, although Stiles got the sinking feeling she was going to read his thoughts so he focused on anything he could other than Danny, sex, drinking at school with Scott, his fake I.D., and the failed chemistry quiz from last week. Harris was a dick.
"Oh, yeah? Allison and Lydia did most of it. Derek and I were just helpin' out." He popped his lips on the word 'out'. Bobbing his head in a weird nod, smiling like a friggen idiot. Too bad that wasn't what she meant, as she let out a knowing chuckle. She was definitely where Stiles got most of his quirks.
"Oh, you are funny child. I was referring to how you handled your, reunion with Daniel. You lasted longer than I expected when you and Jackson joined your father and the boys." Patricia had made a bet with Allison and John about that. Funnily enough they had more faith in him than she did. But perhaps that is because she seemed to KNOW everything. Cheating. Hah!
Stiles eye twitched at the mention of Danny. Because yes, he lasted, all of...perhaps ninety seconds? Minute an a half right? He lasted...at least that long...maybe. Goddess he didn't even know! He sulked deeper into the large over throw that rested over his grandmothers lap, resting his head on her knee as he groaned in embarrassment. "Don't worry, I'm sure he must have felt just as foolish as he oggled you whilst you fled into the house. That boys eyes have barely left you all night."
What? They haven't? She must be messing with him, or seeing things. She WAS old after all. Still, that didn't dim the hope he felt rising inside of him for some foreign reason.
"Really?" Stiles couldn't even hide the yearn for information like normal. Patricia just gave him a look, a knowing, tease of a grin and said nothing. Giving a light 'hmm' in response that just made it worse. Stiles sighed, or rather, he exhaled dramatically and stood up. Grumbling as he said something like "I'm gonna go drown myself in cream puffs now." The sound of his Grams laughter jingling behind him in his retreat. Now even aware that he was being followed.